"Still haven't gotten a satisfying explanation for why kings are required to eat vegetables."

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"Still haven't gotten a satisfying explanation for why kings are required to eat vegetables."
The rusted plate parts like wheat before the descending axe, and something vital gives way beneath the rotten flesh. The Hollow gurgles, reaches weakly for the pyromancer, and then collapses.
Laurentius wrenches the axe free and stares at the now motionless corpse, face curled in a grim frown.
"Poor bastard," he mutters, snapping the fingers on his free hand. A flame springs into brilliant life above his palm; he steps back and drops the fire onto the corpse.
The morbid pyre carves shadows into his expression, and glints in his stare.
"Rest easy, friend," he murmurs, staring into the flames. After a long - too long - moment, he resumes his path down the corridor, axe at the ready.
“Today I had to go through a security screening, take off my shoes and my belt, remove my gun. I had to walk through one of those metal detectors and the fuckin’ thing started beepin’ on me. So the security officer took me aside and brought out the fuckin’ wand and it wasn’t until he waved it near my crotch did I realize that I was a wanted criminal that was about to prepare himself for a cavity search because I forgot to take my piercing out.”
"... so if you want to pull on my tail then - I'm okay with that. Actually I am uh - I am encouraging it."
“Yeah, so. Sorry my family’s basically made of dicks.”
“Am I still kid tested, mother approved even though I let weapons, drugs and other contraband move through my base filled with dangerous criminals seeking to escape the long arm of Corneria’s law?”
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“....Yeah, probably.”
“Please.”
“Just let me have my fun!”